Chapter 2(b): The Famous Kallidorra Forgehold (Part 2)
The moment they stepped into the customer section…
The world transformed.
from the dull monochrome of the workers' bay… to colorful, chaos, and craft.
Heat. Light. The sharp tang of magic-infused metal wrapped around them like a forge-born storm.
This wasn't just a room — it was an experience. A living, breathing monument to fire and wonder.
The interior stretched wide and high, like a cathedral of industry and arcane wonder. Towering metal pillars lined the hall, each one etched with glowing runes, pulsing faintly with enchantments. The very air shimmered with residual heat, as if the walls themselves remembered every weapon ever forged here.
The customer section color palette was a striking blend of polished silver with blue and gold strip.— from the ribbed walls to the vaulted ceiling that seemed to reach the clouds. The floor is made of clean white porcelain and quartz.
Every section of the customer section was crafted with care for every race across the realm: reinforced stone counters for dwarves, floating platforms for elementals, massive walkways for giants, and elevated ramps for winged beings.
This wasn't just a forge — it was a monument.
Wider than anyone could imagine. Taller than most castles.
A place where every weapon forged carried not just power — but legacy.
The interior of the Customer section stretched out before them — a vast hall of craftsmanship and legacy. High ceilings crisscrossed with might-pipes. Walls lined with crystal glass chambers made with Might, each one containing an armament glowing with runes or shimmering under enchantments.
Swords forged with dragonfire.
Spears etched with thundercall.
Armor plates layered in blessed obsidian.
Gauntlets that pulsed with kinetic memory.
And spell-catalysts forged from cores of fallen stars.
All of them are made for Realm Protectors.
The forge was alive with murmurs and motion.
Nobles walked with quiet awe.
Mages traced runes with trembling fingers.
Merchants of every race — from furred to scaled
The customers wandered through the aisles, chatting excitedly and admiring the quality of the gear on display.
"Hmm, this one's built for speed," one noted, testing the balance of a dagger.
"Such craftsmanship…" another whispered, running a hand along the polished metal.
"This blade is razor-sharp!" someone said with a grin, clearly impressed.
All the items were placed within Might Crystal Glass Chambers — elegant displays reinforced by a delicate yet powerful energy. Customers could slip their hands through the shimmering barrier to touch or examine the items freely. But the moment someone tried to pull an object out without permission, the barrier would harden instantly, locking the item in place with unyielding force.
There were no workers stationed here — only customers. So how did they pay? Simple. Each chamber displayed a listed price, and once the correct amount of coins was deposited into the slot beside it, the Might Crystal barrier would dissolve momentarily, allowing the item to be taken.
This seamless, self-service system was introduced by Kael himself — designed for the comfort and privacy of nobles from every race.
As Kael and Nibsken walk many regular customer from different races starting to look at them especially Kael
Then slowly... heads began to turn.
From dragonoids with polished horn-helms to dwarves in soot-stained aprons, elves wrapped in flowing starlight cloaks, and even translucent-bodied elementals — dozens of powerful beings turned to look at Kael. They greeted him.
"Morning, human."
"Yeah Morning Dragon!". kael replied
"Hey Kael! Still blowing stuff up?"
Kael grinned, raising a casual hand.
"Not everything I touch explodes."
Laughter rippled through the nearby crowd. A few clapped him on the back, others nodded in greeting — like they all knew him.
Because they did.
Kael wasn't just some human.
He was the one who fixed, broke, improved, and occasionally accidentally launched half the prototypes that came through the back of the forge.
And whether they admitted it or not… most of them liked him
As Kael was walking steadily with nibsken through the forge. Focused entirely on greeting every familiar face he saw, Kael didn't even notice the massive figure ahead… until it was too late. Just as he took another step—
Thud.
He bumped into something massive.
"Ouch!"
Kael stumbled backward, arms flailing for balance.
Before he could even steady himself, the massive figure turned around.
"Hmm?!"
The voice that rumbled from the figure sent a shiver down Kael's spine — deep, thunderous, and so unsettlingly close.
Kael's eyes widened. Standing before him was a giant of an orc, towering over him with tusks like gleaming swords, biceps as thick as stone columns, and a face carved out of pure ferocity.
The entire room seemed to hold its breath.
Then, in a slow, deliberate motion, the orc reached out and picked Kael up with a single hand.
Kael flailed, his legs dangling. "He-Hey!"
From the corner of his eye, he could see Nibsken, who had stopped dead in his tracks. The goblin only offered a smug grin, arms crossed, as if Kael was about to become the main event of a show he'd been waiting for.
The orc Realm Protector turned Kael from side to side, inspecting him like a peculiar object.
"Hmm…" He spun Kael around, his face scrunching in thought. "Too small to be an elf. Too tall to be a dwarf. What are you? Some weird hybrid?"
Kael's voice came out awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he squirmed in the orc's grip. "I'm… just a normal human, I swear."
The orc grunted, seemingly unconvinced,
before a voice from nearby spoke up.
"Oh! So you're a human!"
Kael's eyes darted over to see a tall female high elf Realm Protector standing elegantly a few feet away. Her emerald eyes glowed softly, Her Silver long beautiful hair and her presence regal as she giggled behind her delicate hand.
"They're so small... and cute!"
Kael blushed furiously, his face turning as red as the molten metal that surrounded them. "I-I'm not cute..." he muttered under his breath, feeling his pride take a hit.
The orc chuckled deeply. His voice was like thunder in the forge. "So you know this creature?"
The elf RP nodded gracefully. "Not really sure, but they said this little guy is the only one left. He's rare!" She smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.
The orc's eyes gleamed with sudden interest. "Rare, huh?" He looked Kael over again, his gaze intense and calculating. "Maybe if I sell you, I could make a high price."
Kael's eyes widened in horror. The idea of being sold was the last thing on his mind, and he started wriggling harder in the orc's grasp. "Let me go!"
The orc bellowed out a hearty laugh, shaking Kael gently like a ragdoll. "HAHAHA! No worries, hooman. Nobody's gonna buy you anyway!"
Laughter echoed around them. Nibsken doubled over, holding his sides as he snickered.
The other Realm Protectors, who had been watching the whole spectacle, chuckled too. Some shook their heads, others raised a brow in amusement. Kael couldn't help but feel a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. Still, despite the situation, he couldn't help but let out a reluctant chuckle.
"You think this is funny, huh bald goblin?" Kael glared, but his friend only grinned wider.
"Yeah human! it's kind of funny," Nibsken said, his voice filled with mischief.
"Alright, alright. You've had your fun," Kael muttered, trying to recover his composure.
The orc gave him a knowing grin, his tusks gleaming. "Oh, don't worry, hooman. Next time, I'll just make sure I sell you for a good price. Maybe to one of those high-class nobles." Kael was still dangling awkwardly from the orc Realm Protector's massive hand, legs kicking slightly like a cat being held by the scruff.
Kael rolled his eyes, trying his best to look unbothered, though his heart was still racing. "Yeah, yeah whatever.
As they laughing at Kael clumsiness.
Suddenly—
"KAEL!"
The orc froze mid-laugh, tusks twitching.
Every head in the shop snapped toward the voice.
From the rear corridor stormed a short but thunderous dwarf, beard thick and white as frost, apron stained with soot and grease, and eyes sharper than any blade on display.
Durmuk.
The legendary smith.
Owner of Kallidorra Forgehold.
And Kael's boss.
The orc glanced sideways, tusks twitching. "Who's that short, mighty dwarf stormin' over?"
Kael, still dangling awkwardly in the orc's grip, replied quickly, "That's my boss."
The orc's eyes widened. "Oh... my bad." The orc gently lowered Kael like he was made of glass.
Kael than stabilize himself
"COMING!!" Kael called out, scrambling forward and nearly tripping over his own feet as he rushed toward the dwarf.
Durmuk didn't wait — he grabbed Kael by the scruff like an annoyed uncle.
"Where've you been, ma boy?! I've been looking for you in the worker section! We've got a backlog taller than you!"
"Sorry, Boss! I had… a little problem this morning."
"Yeah, your problem," Nibsken muttered behind him with a smirk.
Durmuk let out a heavy sigh. Not the angry kind — the kind that carried years of patience, pressure, and reluctant affection.
"I know you've been pouring your heart into that damn 'machine' of yours…"
He jabbed a thick finger at Kael's chest.
"But this forge doesn't run on dreams, boy. It runs on sweat. Now move."
Kael nodded sheepishly. "Yes, sir."
Durmuk turned with a grunt and stomped toward the back.
Despite the gruffness, Kael smiled.
Durmuk was loud. Strict. Terrifying with a hammer.
But to Kael? He was the wisest man he knew.
And one of the very few in the world…
who truly believed in him.
"Stand here," Durmuk grunted.
"Yes, Boss," Kael and Nibsken replied in unison, stepping exactly where he pointed.
Then, with a single stomp of his legs, Durmuk activated his Ground Might. Then he raised his right hand toward the white porcelain and quartz beneath their feet, activating Wind Might.
The floor trembled. The the porcelain and quartz floor shifted, then rose — reshaping itself into a smooth, floating platform. With a soft hum of pressure and air, it lifted them off the ground and began gliding forward. Effortlessly, it carried them across the vast expanse of the Forgehold, weaving past towering pillars, molten channels, and rows of roaring furnaces, all the way toward the rear of the hall. Durmuk's thick beard swayed gently in the air as they floated forward, the breeze stirred by the moving platform tugging at its coarse strands.
Gliding steadily through the customer section, the trio neared the edge of the Kallidorra Forgehold's. Durmuk guided the platform closer and closer to the boundary separating customers from the worker zone — the same green crystal water membrane Nibsken had split earlier using the Might Splitter. As they approached, Durmuk extended his hand. With a subtle pulse of his Might, a green, transparent membrane shimmered into view — then parted with a soft swoosh, allowing them to pass through.
This membrane wasn't some ordinary fixture. It was forged by Durmuk himself using a specialized Might Enhancer — a rare tool that amplified and stabilized his power. Without such an Enhancer, creating a barrier of this scale and resilience, especially within a colossal forgehold like Kalidorra, would be nearly impossible. This membrane can also heal itself within minutes after being cut by a Might Splitter or split apart by Durmuk.
The membrane split open with a quiet shimmer, allowing them to pass through entering back to the dull and boring worker section.
"Sigh… this place again," Kael muttered under his breath.
"Hm?" Durmuk's eyes narrowed. He looked annoyed.
Kael straightened up immediately. "I mean—yes, work!"
Nibsken chuckled behind him, clearly amused.
They continued onward until they reached the far edge of the worker section, where a massive metallic platform sat embedded into the floor — more like a giant elevator than anything else. So big that it covers almost half of the worker sections.
Durmuk lowered his Wind Might, and deactivated his Ground Might making their floating stone platform slowly melted back into the forge's floor.
"Alright, you may go down, Kael," Durmuk said, gesturing forward.
Kael stepped off and approached the steel platform. Followed by Nibsken and Durmuk.
The trio then stepped onto the elevator-like construct.
Durmuk then slammed his hand onto the cold, metallic floor of the elevator.
A dull echo rang out beneath his palm — the hidden Might Crystal Core embedded beneath the platform stirred to life, resonating with his might ability.
The entire elevator shuddered, followed by a deep grinding rumble.
Glowing lines traced along the platform's circular edge, pulsing with ethereal light as the ancient mechanism awakened. Then.....
A grinding sound erupted immediately:
KRNNNNNK—CHHHHK—GRRRRWWWWNNK...
The platform shuddered violently, gears grinding as ancient metal scraped against stone, the noise echoing down the long shaft like a beast clearing its throat.
This contraption, surprisingly, was one of Kael's earliest inventions — and somehow, it was still operational after all these years. It ran on a chaotic fusion of magic, machinery, and an unhealthy dose of stubborn optimism.
The platform groaned, lurched once, then began to descend with a clunking whir.
And as it dropped lower and lower—
The true Forgehold came into view….
End of Chapter 2
What lies beneath the Kallidorra Forgehold?
Why has Kael been assigned to work in the underground levels instead of on the surface?
And why did Durmuk bring him here — now, of all times?
What secrets await in the deepest layers of the forge?
Will Kael discover familiar faces in the shadows… or only echoes of the past
Author note:
Thanks for reading guys! chapter 3 will drop soon! Leave a comment and review! I wanna hear opinions from you guys!
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